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A young woman visits a farm with intention to make the farmer sell his property. Forces intervene and the woman changes.

Early morning sunlight streamed through Lynn’s curtains. The young woman woke slowly, still smiling from her dream. She felt unreasonably happy, as if she were a small child tucked into bed by loving parents after a full day of play. An empty chair stood beside her bed and, next to the chair was a small table. Atop the table was a plate full of vegetables and a bowl full of mixed greens. Lynn’s stomach rumbled loudly and she remembered she hadn’t eaten anything the day before. …

Chapter 6 of 7. A young woman visits a farm with intention to make the farmer sell his property. Forces intervene and the woman changes.

Lynn sat in her car. She’d worn a large t-shirt over a bra that didn’t at all fit properly, even at the furthest clasp. She wore her black yoga pants and the fabric stretched over her ass. Her tail rasped slowly over the wide elastic band around the waist as it moved. She’d tried to hide the tail in the pants but it hurt to have it bunched up. She couldn’t pull them up high because of her udder. …

A young woman visits a farm with intention to make the farmer sell his property. Forces intervene and the woman changes.

Lynn woke slowly, her mind clawing its way out of a near-drunken haze. Her body tugged at her, calling attention to different parts that ached or itched or hurt. She sat up, blinking through gummy eyes while smacking her lips. Sharp pain lanced through both of her breasts when she moved. She looked down at her swollen breasts and suddenly adrenaline crashed through her, lifting the fog from her brain.

“Muuh!” Lynn cried out in a sudden deep-throated panic. It wasn’t her breasts that alarmed her; rather, it was the distended area of her stomach that brought her fully awake. …

Outside of Lynn’s apartment, the world was alive and buzzing with activity. The young woman hummed a happy tune as she walked down mostly empty sidewalks. A strong, steady wind rippled banners and flags around her while keeping the sun from being too overwhelming. Not a single cloud covered the electric blue sky. Lynn felt her loose hair flutter in the wind and she tsk’ed at herself for not putting it up.

The wind brought with it the scent of the nearby lake. Lynn made her way to the water, crossing streets and taking exaggerated sniffs of the bakeries and delis she passed. …

A young woman visits a farm with intention to make the farmer sell his property. Forces intervene and the woman changes.

Lynn sat up straighter as she looked down her stomach. Subtle differences in how she saw her body told her that her breasts were different. At 28 years old, she knew what she should see when she looked at herself. Her mind picked out subtle differences in the shape and size of her body without relaying the specifics to her. The effect was almost maddening. Was she entirely certain they weren’t as full before? Or whether they hung a little lower or bulged off the side of her body rather than sitting comfortably on her chest? …

A young woman visits a farm with intention to make the farmer sell his property. Forces intervene and the woman changes.

I’m posting this as a test in changing my style and methodology. Rather than taking time to write the whole thing (probably roughly 12,000 words) I’m breaking it up into parts. I’m hoping this allows me to get things out faster while allowing me to take a little extra time to work on the separate pieces. Basically shortening my longer pieces for easier consumption.

Two hours later, alone at her desk, Lynn leaned back to rub her tired eyes. She still felt rested but also distracted and restless and her eyes hurt from staring at spreadsheets and emails; numbers and letters swam on the screen in front of her. …

A young woman visits a farm with intention to make the farmer sell his property. Forces intervene and the woman changes.

I’m posting this as a test in changing my style and methodology. Rather than taking time to write the whole thing (probably roughly 12,000 words) I’m breaking it up into three parts. I’m hoping this allows me to get things out faster while allowing me to take a little extra time to work on the separate pieces. Basically shortening my longer pieces for easier consumption. I hope to have part 2 finished tomorrow and part 3 (the end) finished Monday.

So, there’s an artist I like on DeviantArt – wwbot (http://wwbot.deviantart.com/). Yesterday he made a piece of art that I liked quite a lot: http://www.deviantart.com/art/Shifting-427194669. Today I apparently decided to write a story around it. I meant to create just a little scene description for him to put under the image but I guess I can’t write short things well. So, here’s a story for it. “Shifting.”

“That’ll be $31.23. Cash or card?” The cashier asked.

“Oh, gosh, card. Debit card.” The young woman answered. Around her, customers browsed and laughed and made lewd comments to each other while holding up various outfits. …

Dave kneeled against the wall as he stared at the two furry women in front of him. Craig’s smile was lazy as she luxuriated in the effects of the change and the enormous amount of sex the three had. She kneeled with her thick, muscular thighs open and her long fingers slowly stroking the short fur covering her skin. Her thick brown tail lay still behind her as she looked at the man. The smaller donkey girl, John, crouched to the side. Her black lips were pulled back in the suggestion of a smile; pure hatred mingled with the thrill of retribution being meted out to her former friend.…

Set against the backdrop of 1873, a young man learns the dangers of asking for your hearts desires. For some forces and dark and enjoy the folly that follows such requests. The young man’s wish comes with a heavy price that not only he must pay.

A single bead of sweat crept from beneath the band of Little Joe’s hat, burrowing through caked-on dirt until it worked itself down into a muddy afterthought. The young man rubbed the back of his grimy hand against his cheek, smearing the streak and wiping away bits of dry earth. He squinted up at the sun while he pushed the heavy plough behind the family’s old, tired draft horse. …